Greater Satellites

If I said I was still recovering from last night as I type this, I wouldn’t be doing last night any justice.

Yesterday started around 12AM when I let Jackie open her present, the ear-orgasm-inducing Bose SoundDock. She let out a shriek of glee as she opened it and assaulted me with a barrage of hugs and kisses to show her appreciation. We went to bed shortly thereafter and the day began around 11AM. I made her a breakfast of home fries (and nothing else… her request) while I had a cheese omelet.

Upon cleaning up the dishes and getting dressed, we went to Lauren’s house up near Willow Grove so that the birthday girl and her best friend could get their hair cut.  We were in and out of there surprisingly quick, and after dropping Lauren off at home we went to Best Buy to surprise Christopher (Jackie’s cousin).  Jackie ended up buying 20th anniversary edition of The Monster Squad, which we’re currently watching, and the 25th anniversary edition of Halloween (I’m so proud of her).

After all of that excitement, we came back to her house and took a short nap in anticipation of the festivities to come.  We almost ended up going to Cherry Hill to hit up some new threads, but decided to swing by my house to grab some new clothes and whatnots.  We arrived back at Jackie’s around 8-ish, showered and got all sexied up, and rolled out to Cavanaugh’s River Deck. It was a great time and we were joined by the likes of: Sylvia, Paul, Dorothy, Peter, Polish Adam, Adam, Bob, and Mark.  Everyone was thoroughly thrashed by the end of the night and fun was had by all.  If I can gather up all of the pictures, I’ll post them in a Flickr photo stream.  We left at last call and ended up going to bed around 4am.  It was a great time.

Today was spent recovering.  Lots of naps, Powerade, and fast food.  I had a great weekend and I’m pretty sure Jackie did as well.

I had a tremendous time last night and I chalk it up entirely to the fun folks I went out with. I was a little late getting to Jackie’s house (thanks a lot 66 Bus Driver… douche), so we departed slightly later than expected but the ride down was half the fun. We talked about, well, a plethora of different topics. I’ve never had an awkward silence moment with her, so I wasn’t worried about the “ride there conversations”. After about an hour on the road, we arrived at our target destination: The Borgata. I’d say 80% of the people who we were meeting up with were already there; that list included Jon, Rob, Bessy, Sylvia, and Paul with Kathy and Rich trailing behind us by about an hour. We arrived, met up with everyone, and started getting to work on those dastardly slot machines. Where else but a casino could you spend $40 in nickels in less than 15 minutes?

There was a running bet (there’s irony in that statement, just wait for it) between Jon and Bessy that was established earlier this week. If Bessy, whos religion (Jehovah’s Witness) states that gambling is forbidden, gambled just once than Jon said he would drink… for the first time ever. Two big compromises just to see the outcomes, fun stuff. Turns out that Jon and Rob found her a slot machine that had pigs on it (her favorite animal, by the by) and she went for it. Religious rules are really just “guidelines” anyway, God always forgives if I’m not mistaken.

So we were all hanging out for a while, randomly playing slots, having a few drinks. All in all a great time. We broke off into smaller groups now and then and reassembled at key points during the night, much like lions of the Voltron. Jon, Rob, and Bessy departed soonly after midnight to look for a beer distributor and a motel to crash at. Unfortunately they couldn’t find anything in a reasonable price range that provided enough beds for everyone to sleep on, so they started trucking back to Philly. Sylvia and Paul rolled out around 1AM, and then Jackie and I left soon after. The ride home was pleasant and we said our goodbye as she dropped me off at the humble Gormley abode. This was actually her first time in my ‘hood, and she did well with the directions I gave her. Woot!

Moments after I arrived I spoke with Jon on a the phone telling me that they were over Rob’s house with some alcohols and ready to make good on his part of the deal. Unfortuantely, I was feeling a little tired and didn’t want to burden anyone for a ride to and fro, but I heard through the grapevine that Jon did in fact drink (though how much I’m uncertain). Go Jon you soon to be party animal! I ended up watching one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies on HBO until I feel asleep. Great stuff. I had a blast everyone, thanks for the wonderful time. We’ll stay over next time and have breakfast on the strip.

Well, it’s been quite a while since I updated and although I had every intention to do this earlier, now seems like an opportune moment to discuss the events of my 21st birthday as well as the Atlantic City trip that followed…

It all started when I woke up… at 2pm. Yes, I habitually sleep incredibly late and shirk all responsibility on my birthday. It’s the day I was born, so I figure “Why not?” Everybody and their mother gets off for Jesus’ birthday (aka Christmas), and he wasn’t even born on December 25th. Right there, we’ve all displeased JC by breaking one of the 10-or-so commandments by lying about HIS birthday. Anyhow, I lounged around all day, occasionally paging through some books for school while playing video games and listening to music. I was doing so much, that I was really doing nothing at all. Then Marc came over… with 30 Coronas. He and I downed a few of those and then he offered to take me to Pat’s Pub for a shot and some darts. I obliged and off we went. When we arrived, I was immediately bought two shots of Jack Daniels and four mugs of Yuengling. They all went down with relatively no resistence. Played some darts, shot the shit, and then started back home.

I felt pretty nice at that point.

Arrived home, then started back with the Coronas again. To after another 3 (bringing the total Corona count to about 10), I switched things up and drank a Rum and Coke. We (Denise, Marc, and I) listened to music, talked, watched some television, and laughed a lot. It was a hell of a good time. Mom got home around 8:30pm and invited Aunt Mary Ellen and Grandma Fenton over for the good ol’ birthday song. At that point I was pretty much out of my head, but still keeping my composure. I sang along to the birthday song and had a bit of cake (if I had eaten much more, I very well could have tossed my cookies). Rachelle came by after she was finished class around 9:30-ish and stayed for a bit. It was unfortunate, but I wasn’t in any kind of state where I could actually communicate with her, so the conversation was replaced with a series of questions and my responses were of the nod-type.

Went to bed shortly after, but not before drinking many glasses of water. Didn’t wake up until 2pm the next day. Missed audio class, but hell, it was fun.

The following Saturday, Rachelle, Jon, Denise, Marc, and I hit Atlantic City… hard. We ended up heading out around 7pm and arrived shortly after 8pm (my Fast tells me to break the law). I picked the swankest casino in the city… The Borgata. Oh man, it was nice. We started off with a fully-comped buffet that, for all five of us, would have cost $150. Luckily, Marc’s cousin hooked us up and we ate for free (we were winners already!). After eating, I hit the casino floor with the bit of cash I actually had and played some slots because the all the tables had $25 minimums (youch!). I was down for a bit, then I won about $60, then I lost it all. It was a hell of a fun time, though. We cut our losses around 2:30am, but Rach and I didn’t feel much like heading back home, so we found a very decent hotel in Absecon Heights (with a jacuzzi, rawr) and stayed the night. Much fun was had.

The next morning we grabbed some breakfast and headed back into Atlantic City because the lady wanted to take some pictures for class. She snapped a few really excellent looking pics and then we rolled out. Got back to Philly around 5pm and spent the remainder of the day relaxing. It was one hell of a good birthday week.

Thank you Rachelle, Denise, Marc, Jon, Mom, G. Mom, and everyone who wished me well on my special day.

“We don’t live to last forever.”